Above you are looking at my favorite niece Ruby, Mama Michele, favorite nephew Theo and favorite nephew David, sitting on a bench on a newly opened bridge, high above Tacoma's Point Defiance Vashon Ferry Dock, connecting Point Ruston with Point Defiance Park, over looking the newly opened Dune Peninsula Park.
Mention was made of this new bridge and park when I blogged about it a week or two ago in Fort Worth's Panther Island Remains Toxic While Tacoma Exemplifies Civic Reinvention.
At that point in time Mama Michele said she hoped to take the kids to the new Dune Peninsula Park and bridge after its July 6 Grand Opening, before David, Theo and Ruby fly their parental units to San Francisco, then rent a car to drive the California coast highway to Santa Monica for a couple days before driving to San Diego for a few days of beach fun with Uncle Jack and Aunt Jackie, whilst I am in Arizona conducting art classes with Miss Daisy.
Regarding Tacoma's new park and bridge, with that bridge, incidentally, mostly built over dry land, a four paragraph excerpt from that aforementioned blog post...
Dune Peninsula park is every bit the vision presented to Tacoma voters before the 2014 bond election that promised a fresh destination-quality landmark. It is an example for communities throughout Washington of how the legacy of one era can be reinvented as a resource for future ones.
Wow! Imagine that? A real vision presented to a town's voters, in an actual bond election of the sort which happens in modern America, passed in 2014, the year Fort Worth had an idiotic TNT exploding celebration to celebrate the start of construction of three simple little bridges being built over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island.
And now, five years later, those Fort Worth bridges are nothing but eyesores, with no end in sight, while in an American town wearing its big city pants the people are enjoying the results of what they approved via the voting method.
What a revolutionary concept...
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Anyone made note of any noticeable progress on Fort Worth's pitiful simple little bridges being built over dry land, stuck in slow motion construction for years, beginning the long dawdle way back in 2014, currently projected to possibly be ready for traffic some time in the next decade, with maybe, then, a cement lined ditch possibly dug under the three bridges, with the ditches then filled with polluted Trinity River water, thus making an imaginary island out of an 800 acre industrial wasteland?
That is if the welfare state, I mean, city, of Fort Worth, is able to finagle federal funding for its hapless project which has never been properly vetted, or voted for in a legitimate way such as what happens in modern American towns, like Tacoma, you know, a town where the people vote to build something because a case is made that it is in their interest to pay for it.
What a concept.
Meanwhile Fort Worth wants a big welfare check to pay for imaginary flood control where no flood has happened for well over a half century due to massive levees which the rest of America already paid for, and which have done their job, non-stop, ever since.
Why anyone has the nerve and gall to ask why I refer to Fort Worth as a backwards backwater is truly perplexing...
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